I took this yesterday after we got home from our visit to Santa. My festive three posing for a photo even though they were hungry and really not in the mood. I love them for that.
I also love them for being completely and utterly unique and feisty and wilful and high-spirited and silly and wild and loving and determined and challenging and thoughtful and kind and difficult and happy and ambitious and different and brave and imperfectly perfect and totally wonderful in every way (even during their, erm, slightly-more-demanding moments).
They very nearly pushed me over the edge today, but the love I have for them is so infinitely indescribable that I hope it bridges any silly arguments we have and cross words that get spoken. They are part of me and I am part of them. Nothing can change that. And I wouldn’t want it to.
50/52: 11.49am, Sunday 18th December 2016